Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.